The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-09-18

lowe to be sem and enjoyed by her loyai SUD-
jects-and all that sort of thing, ad nauseam.
stood it pretty well for awhile, but 1t grew too
thick for last ana blurted out to the
effect Confound her gracious Majesty and her
most gracious Maiesty's private grounds; that
the grounds belonged to the people. and that
her most gracious Majesty a most gracious
old fraud and blight. OF course, meant only
in her most gracious majestic and imperial
character, and not in her character gobd
and honorable woman, who has adorned her
high station with the graces of virtuous woman
hood but there was limit to complacency at
the servility and fuukeyism that constantly
aliases itself in worship of class and caste. and
it was against this that United States democ-
racy cried aloud. really felt sorry for the poor
fellow. So he could collect his scattered
wits he hurrledly left but not until he had man
aged to ask for and receive his fee for plotting
me through her most gracious Malesty's special
and private premises, which were just then
thrown open to the public because a. NJ. g. M.
had transferred her court to Osborne House, in
the Isle of Wight.
Stoke Poses and Eton and Windsor filed ND.
the programme for one day; but an extension of
the. route in the same direction via the Same
railway. brings you to Oxford. the great uni
versity town, in some respects the choicest place
entire little city is bathed in university atmos-
phere. 1t is clothed in gown and wears upon
its head the fat-crowned scholastic hat 1 Wis.,
tied most of the coleges-Christ Church, Balliol.
Lincoln, All Souls. Brazenose, Exeter, Jesus,
and the others, to the number of twenty or
more-and looked into the quiet, dreamy quad
rangIes, the rooms in which the great students
of the past and the, possibly, greater of the
present, pursued their studies. went over the
"Broai Walk of Christ Church meadows; saw
the old oak that shelters the windows of Bishop
Hebers room; threaded the tortuous streets
that wind in and out between the several col
leges; reverently. lifted my hat at the spot
marked to be where Latimer, and Ridley, and
Cranmer lighted with the fagots of their
tyrdom the fire of professionalism that has never
gone out; stood at the Martyrs Memorial that
attempts to atone in sculpturec elegy for the
deep damnation of their taking off; visited the
Cathedral in the aisle of which is tablet mark
ing the grave of DR.. Pussy; looked at the long
gallery of portraits lining the walls of the great
room in which Christ Church scholars dine. the
collection fifty ending with splendid picture of
the Grand Old Man. who is a graduate of this
chiefest college, and rounding up the visit with
a lesurely inspection OF the remarkable treas
ures of the Bodleian library. 1t was vacation;
the streets had peculiarly deserted look, and
missed the sight of the hundreds OF young men
in cap and gown, who. in term time, make all
Ok ford one vast academia: but the visit
nevertheless full of the greatest interest, and
may be put down among the Red Letter days.
1t is but short ride from Oxford to STRAIT
ford on-Avon. where had the pleasure of spend
ing hree days, one OF them Sunday. Shak-
speare fills Stratford to running Every thing
is Shakespeare. So you enter the little
town, signs greet you with their index finger
pointing ITO Shakspeare's House." The signs
over the shops are Shakspearean. There is the
Shakespeare Hotel, where I stopped. and in
which the rooms are designated not by num-
bers, but by titles from Shakespeare. The room
I occupied is known 1.-THE Comedy of Errors,
the next ''Troilus and Cressida u and so
3D.. Busts of Shakespeare are in windows and
over houses. The Town Hall has picture of
Shakespeare IL front, and bust presented by
David Garcick. Two three Shakspearean
musuems invite the passer-by, and the principal
industry of the place is the sale of Shakspearean
relics and and views and souvenirs. All STRAIT
ford is simply memorial of Shakespeare. STRAIT.
ford is the cleanest town in the world. except
that Dutch village where they compel you to
take off your shoes outside the corporation Its
streets swept and garnished; its houses
sanded. There are no poor people in Stratford,
that can be seen. There evidences Of
want and dirt All is thrifty. scrupu lousy
clean and neat, and permeated with an air of
serene beauty. The Avon flows at the side Of
the town. quietly, almost lazily. making its way
through the meadow that margins with green its
silvery flow. The new Memorial Theater in red
brick with yellow trimmings, mirrors itself in
the water, about the center Of the place. while at
the extreme wetern end the Church OF tho Holy
Trinity, in which Shakespeare is buried, sits in
peaceful beauty on the very banks Of the placid
stream. In the chief square, not far from tho
birth place. is being erected the Childs fount-
ain 1.-THE base of which is now about completed.
Stratford is the quietest, most beautiful spot l
saw It is certainly 1.-The loveliest village
of the plain" the place of all others for the
resting place of such a universal genius as Shak-
speare, and where, amid all these charms of nat
ure, he sleeps we'll It does not occupy more
than twenty minutes or half an hour to walk all
over the place. Not more than that time is re-
qnired for stroll from the church to the
bridge at the other end of the town. at the foot
of the street on which 1.-THE Red Horse" inn is
situated. where Washington Irving stopped when
here. and whose room is kept just he left it,
while in the other direction the town is not
more than three four of blocks broad.
Henley street is where the poets birthplace
stands, street leading out from the market
square. The house is not more than three
minutes from either of the principal inns 1t is
under public ownership and is in charge of a
male custodian now, who shows the rooms and
the relics for fixed fee of one shilling The
houses that stood on either side have been
bought and removed, so that the birthplace
stands isolated, with garden the two sides
and in the rear in front it is flush with the
street. Much of the furniture is of Shakspeare's
time. and the upper room, in which he was born,
is kept in stain quo with jealous care. The
desk at which he sat in the Free Grammar
school holds honored place in one of the
rooms, and really seems to bring him nearer
than almost anything else. A letter received by